roxannelouis; mortal
as requested by BlueEyes444
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It's times like these when she knows he can't be a mortal.
Times like these where their skin touches, chestnut brown on snow white, and those bursts of electricity zing through her bloodstream, where he lays his mouth over her neck, sucking gently and placing tender kisses along her collarbone. His touch with slender fingers is alien, forbidden, so calm and calculated; his eyes are a fierce blue in the candlelight, flames licking at the pupils, making him come alive.
He's so different and so smooth that she thinks there's no way he's just a boy, no way he's just a human - she thinks he must be something else, something from somewhere magical, more magical than Hogwarts or Hogsmeade - somewhere where angels live with their silken skin, their eyes of ice, their white-blue hair that glitters whenever it moves.
And Roxanne, she's pretty different too - wild black curls amongst redheads, chocolate skin amongst white - but she's nothing compared to him, Louis Weasley, angel in disguise.
a/n: :3